Where the Trooper Station Once Was, Saturday Afternoon

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Cracks in reality, he could handle. Disappearances, he could handle.

Destroying his watchhouse trooper station? Vimes was now officially cross with this town. He was possibly, as Nobby might put it, gone spare.

Gripping his truncheon tightly, Vimes narrowed his eyes at the spot where, up until then, he lived and worked. Had he been a bit more genre savvy, he might have found a pair of sunglasses and had a witty remark, but he was not. It was time to prod buttocks.

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Vimes was not alone, Reese stared at the place where the Trooper Station.

She went home after a night of patrolling and went straight back to the streets seeing more houses and buildings disappear but she never thought the station would be one of the missing.

Reese scowled.

Really, Fandom? Really?

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"We're doubling patrol tonight," Vimes ground out.

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"Got it." Reese said. "Did Ralph make it out?"

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Angua had been trying to keep her ears open as to what was going on, as well as patrolling in her best form for the current situation, but it was her human form who now strolled up beside Vimes and said, against her better judgment, "There was a station here this morning, wasn't there?"

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"There was." Yes, Vimes very still and very quiet.

Run away.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Please. Angua in this state had almost seen Vimes in this state more than Vimes in this state had seen. Give or take. So she was just quiet for a brief moment before she said, "They're making progress up at the school. There was something with the island's machinery that's off, but they're working on the details of that today, I think. Would you like me to keep an ear out up there?"

She didn't add and report back when something happens because she had the feeling Vimes would be too...preoccupied to care about minute details.

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"A step ahead, sergeant," Vimes said after a long moment's pause. "Find out more about this machinery."

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Angua nodded, thinking that machinery was a far, uncomfortably cry away from giant turtles and elephants.

Then, after another moment, she added, "Be careful, sir."

It was always nerve-wracking when he got like this, but this, Angua felt, as almost downright frightening. Because this Vimes didn't have Sybil and this Vimes didn't have Sam Jr. and so this Vimes, she worried, would have nothing to hold him back as it should.

But this Vimes was still a Vimes.

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"You do the same, sergeant," Vimes replied, forcing himself to look away from that void.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Good boy.

"Right, then," said Angua, who nodded again and sighed for a moment before going to find whatever discrete spot she could to change back to get to the school quickly and ultimately more safely.

Because even when everything was disappearing, she still couldn't bear for anyone, how few were left, to see that.